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[Joeduda]

On the banks of the Shannon River in a small settlement Bronson was born to a fair mother. She was one and twenty and considered old for child bearing. With the lack of proper medicine, it was feared she would lose the child during pregnancy. The small farmers and villagers were all too eager to let her know of their disdain for a ‘lass’ to be pregnant with no man around to care for her or her baby. Beyond that there was a dark cloud around her and some say she had made a pact with the devil. No one really knew who the father of the child was…. Some say there was a divine intervention as no man in the village would confess to bedding her with fear of the villager’s repercussions. Towards the end of the pregnancy she became ill with the fever… Now she not only had the disdain of the villagers but the lack of care necessary to overcome pregnancy.

None the less Bronson came into the world a bastard child and found life outside the womb just as tumultuous as inside. Luckily there was a young lass of a meager twelve years who came to her aide during those last few weeks before Bronson entered the world. She offered care and food in hopes of keeping her healthy enough to finish her one last job on the Erie. The birth was laborious at best and she couldn’t finish the process in time to bring Bronson to this earthly world. The young lass, named Petra after her rock solid demeanor, was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Should she let the baby die in the womb of the now deceased mother or act quickly? With a steadfast hand she grabbed her trusty blade and sliced the woman’s womb releasing the child. Thus Bronson Payne entered the world with a violent and unknown path.

Petra being young and fairly innocent decided that once she opened the womb for Bronson that she was connected to him and that she was taking on the responsibility of his safety. She cared for him, nurtured him and did the best a 12-year-old could do. The villagers while not pleased with the decision were not heathens like some of the other Anglo-Saxons that have been found wandering the lands during this time. While they were happy to be rid of the mother they did provide assistance to Petra in small favors and compassions. Petra’s mother was not to be pleased and forced her out of their home to fend for themselves. Perhaps that is why the other villagers took kindly to Petra and Bronson. They set up a small camp on the outskirts of the village near the river and set out living a life that was poor and impoverished.

Fast forward fifteen years and we find Bronson a strapping young lad eager to go off to find the truth to his past. Knowing that his mother died at child birth Petra didn’t have a lot of information as to Bronson’s father or who he was or where he came from. The only thing she knew was, from Bronson’s mothers word, that his father came through the moors one day on a black steed. His hair was black and braided and he had a very ominous and dark aura. She laid with him one time and with that the next day he was gone. He only offered the statement that he was on his way to Caledonia to find a man. This mystery shrouded in riddles Bronson clung to as he became ever stronger each day. Bronson packed a sack of a bed roll and some stale bread, kissed Petra, thanked her for her compassion and life giving love. He set off toward the north, to a place that he only heard of in song to find fortune, to find his father, and to find where he belonged.

While he was too young to be a master at any craft Bronson was able to handle the basics. He wasn’t sure what he would invest his efforts in as he had no direction from Petra and no stern hand to force him into a path that would lead him towards a profession. So off Bronson set on an adventure that would lead him down paths and roads that were unknown and shrouded with mystery.

About ten days travel on the road there was a grave storm… Bronson didn’t have the proper knowledge of how to prepare for such a fierce uproar from the heavens. He tried to find shelter in a cave near a very large lake. The lightning was spectacular and the thunder roared and boomed from the heavens in a way that shook Bronson to his very nerve endings. As he made way for that cave, that simple hole in the rock face that would be his life saving grace, a tree was struck and fell upon him. Bronson staggered back slipped on the wet ground and fell back into the water hitting his head on a rock that was protruding slightly. Knocked out Bronson saw the dim light in his eyes fade away as he slipped into an unconscious state as he slipped floating away in to the water to what he feared was his death.

When he awoke, Bronson felt as if he was in a dream. He apparently washed up on a shore line. Perhaps on the other side of the lake that he originally set foot on before the storm. However, things looked different. He wasn’t sure where he was but knew that he was hungry, tired, and had a knot on his head that gave him terrible pain. Bronson walked slowly forward, unknowing yet even footed as he was determined to regain his senses and survive.

[Wortnes]

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